The life in the refugees camps

Hello friends!

I'm so sorry, I'm writting this post quite late, I had some problems with blogger which didn't allow me to write a post or check the blog!
Now,it's OK and I hope that I can write frequently and not so late.
I'm sorry for my english grammar, if you find any mistake (I have many mistakes), please send me an e-mail!
Ok, now I will write about the contens of the title of this post.
I would like to write more than one post about the life in the refugees camps, so, I will write how was the life when I was living there and how the refugees camps changed untill now and of course, how is the real situation now.
I have lived in the refugees camps for ten years. When I was ten years old, I went to Spain in order to solving some health problems and now I'm living with a spanish family but I go everyyear to the refugees camps in oder to visit my family who is still living in the refugees camps.
When I was living there, the people was living in tends, without electricity, without runing water like now.
The diference, it's that the people before we had to use gas for all, not only for cooking, just also for getting light. Before to come to Spain, I've never seen a fridge, an television, washing machine, a normal road (there is only desert), an a computer, an a train, a sink, etc, etc.
As almost everychind, we were very happy, the people sould shared all, even when you don't food, the neighors gave you food. I sould say that before we didn't have shops for buying food or other things, just the gobernnamental shops for buying some shoes, some clothes, sugar, tea or cigarretes and few more things.
We were depending only on the humanitarian help.
When I went to the school, we got two notebooks, a pin and pintures for each three mongs, but never text books and you never could found a book for reading at school or during your free time.
Each year, the government gave us shoes and clothes.
Each month, the government give food coming from United nation and from european countries.
The life was very hard, sometimes we couldn't eat but the children always were happy because we didn't realize what is happening and how is the real situation and why we were living in the refugee camps, for us was something very normal, I've never been in Western Sahara, my real country, which sould be free and independent.
OK friend, for the next post I write more about our life in the refugee camps, I hope that I write tomorrow and not so late as before!
See you soon!